Author archive: Tunette Powell

This is not a lesson on black mothers; it is a lesson on motherhood.

My mother wanted the best for me. She wanted to see me live out my dreams. I’m blessed she didn’t give up on me.

Gun violence and terroristic tragedies have rocked our country. But have we become overly sensitive?

The little boy sitting alone seems withdrawn and nothing like the Joah he is at home.

Regardless of religious affiliation, the greatest lesson we can teach our children is to love.

The ad includes four babies with teen pregnancy statistics and statements like “Honestly Mom… chances are he won’t stay with you.”

Boys will be boys, but JJ will be one who also knows how to cook.

Does guilt taunt other mothers, too? And do fathers feel this way?

The masses – including my husband – tried to convince me that I’d only have one smart child.

Friends shared what they think children should know about black history.

There’s a good reason they say “it takes a village to raise a child.”

I am not a perfect mother. I know that. And I don’t pretend to be.

I grew up hearing it. Somewhere along the way, I fooled myself into believing that it was a word only blacks could say.

I needed a break from the mundane, so my husband and I set aside a ‘date night’.

What’s wrong with entering the New Year the same way you ended the old year?

The holidays offered lessons of forgiveness, healing and second chances.

After last week’s Connecticut school massacre, I’m at my breaking point.

The difference means nothing to Jason Jr., but one day it might.

I wonder what kind of impact I am having on my own children.

Of all the titles and caps I have worn, military wife has been the toughest fit.